I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 474 Enemy Attack and Countermeasures

Jemin stared blankly at the sky.

"These... are all modified using the same biological substrate."

Jemin muttered to himself, his voice filled with undisguised amazement.

As a fairly skilled alchemist, Jemin quickly discerned the true nature of the creatures above.

At the same time, he knew better than anyone what this meant.

Different living beings have different soul structures, energy circuits, and physical limits.

To transform a level 1 slime into a level 6 creature, it is necessary to replace not only its physical material, but also to reconstruct its essential existence from the most basic elemental level—which is almost equivalent to creating a new species.

The legion that Clark presented numbered over 100 million, but all of its members, from the lowest-ranking Greatshield Warriors to the highest-ranking Shadow Lords, maintained a certain "homogeneity".

Like different branches of the same big tree.

This means that Clark has mastered a "standardized" technological system that can stably mass-produce advanced modified organisms.

Furthermore, the upper limit of this system is high enough to reliably produce level eight creatures.

"My advisor is only at level six..."

Jemin felt an almost absurd sense of shock.

His proudest creation was the black giant, which he created by fusing the "Five Organs Sacrifice Divine Skill" with the characteristics of elemental creatures.

After a thousand years of cultivation and countless iterations and optimizations, even the two strongest leaders have only barely reached the threshold of level seven.

As for the Black Giant Priest?
That was purely an accidental "mutation" within the incense and deity system, a miracle born from the convergence of faith among billions of black giants, and had little to do with his alchemy skills.

But Clark's mentor...

"Is this all the power the mentor has?" Jemin exclaimed subconsciously. "I never imagined the mentor was so powerful..."

"powerful?"

Viola's playful voice came from beside her.

The senior student glanced at Jemin sideways, her pupils reflecting the endless shadows of the army outside the window, while a half-smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Junior, is your 'Black Giant Legion' all you have in terms of fighting power?"

Jemin was taken aback.

He instantly understood Viola's unspoken meaning.

"Could it be... that the mentor's true combat power is..."

“That’s what they say.” Viola turned her gaze back to the window. “But I only heard it from other high-ranking wizards when they were chatting, because our mentor hasn’t made a move in public for a long time.”

She paused and added:

"However, this statement is highly credible. After all, most wizards... including yourself, are in a similar situation, right?"

Jemin remained silent.

indeed.

The source of a wizard's power is knowledge, which can be transformed into various external manifestations: alchemical creation, rune arrays, summoning legions, mastery of laws, physical modification, elemental construction...

Most wizards will choose one or two as their main focus, and then supplement them with other methods.

However, very few people would fully reveal the strength of their "true form".

Just like Jemin himself... what outsiders see are the talismanic artifacts and the legion of black giants.

But only he himself knew that the inner world forged by the "Internal Circulation" technique, the immortal body created by the "Body Forging Method," and the purgatory sulfur plane that constructed the incense and divine path were his true trump cards.

So, just how powerful is the real Clark, who can display a shadow army of hundreds of millions as "normal power," hidden beneath his black robe?
Jemin didn't dare to think about it further.

at this time……

hum! ! !
The piercing alarm suddenly rang out in every corner of the fortress.

That was an alarm system installed inside the fortress, a "crisis perception" resonance that directly affects the soul level.

Jemin and Viola turned their heads at the same time, looking out the observation window at the distant horizon.

There, at the boundary between the leaden sky and the desolate earth, flickering points of light began to appear.

At first, there were only a few scattered spots, like distant stars in the night sky.

Then, the number of light spots rapidly increased and became denser, forming a vibrant band of light.

Finally, the band of light transformed into a surging meteor shower trailing colorful tails—a swarm of wizards flying at high speed while continuously releasing intercepting spells backward.

The vanguard legion of Norren Workshop has withdrawn.

Closely following behind them was an even denser and more ferocious torrent of pursuit.

"Go to your seats!"

Viola let out a low shout, and her figure transformed into a streak of purple light, rushing towards the control center of the lower level of the fortress.

Without the slightest hesitation, the preparatory runes for the Tai Xu Step glowed faintly on his legs.

He took a step forward, his figure leaving a faint afterimage in the air, and followed closely behind Viola as he rushed into the passage leading to the core area of ​​the fortress.

The two sped through the complex metal corridors, surrounded by other wizards running around them.

No one spoke, only the sound of hurried footsteps, the hydraulic creaking of metal gates opening and closing, and the increasingly clear booming of energy explosions coming from outside the fortress.

Seconds later, Jemin rushed into a hemispherical control room. More than thirty wizards had already gathered there, all standing in front of their respective consoles.

The control panels are arranged in a ring, with a three-dimensional projection sand table with a diameter of more than five meters suspended in the center, displaying the battlefield situation within a radius of three thousand kilometers centered on Fortress No. 7 in real time.

At the edge of the sand table, the blue dot representing the vanguard legion of the Norn Workshop is rapidly shrinking towards the fortress.

Behind them, red dots representing the alliance of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation, like a blood-red torrent bursting its banks, relentlessly pursued them.

"Lock up interception zones 1-7 to 1-12!"

In the center of the control room, a sixth-tier wizard with gray hair and a monocle gave a deep order.

He was the tactical commander of this fortress, specializing in large-scale battlefield operations.

"Rune array charging, five seconds countdown!"

"five……"

Jemin quickly sat down at his workbench, numbered "Seven-Alchemy-09".

On the platform, dozens of crystal panels of different colors lit up simultaneously, displaying the real-time status of the twelve "super-heavy elemental decomposition cannons" outside the fortress.

Each shot from these weapons consumes the equivalent of a fifth-tier wizard's entire mental energy, and their power is enough to instantly vaporize the flesh of a sixth-tier creature, and even cause serious damage to a seventh-tier being.

It consumes a lot of energy to operate, but it is just right as a fire support for fixed defensive fortifications.

"Four……"

Jemin placed his hands on the sensor area of ​​the control panel, his consciousness sinking into the control network.

Switching perspectives.

He "saw" the view outside the fortress.

In the sky, the figures chasing from behind were at the forefront, numbering nearly a hundred, each radiating a level seven aura.

Those were the elite forces of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation. They took the lead, like the tip of an arrow, relentlessly biting the tail of the rearguard of the Norn Workshop.

The wizards of the Chaos Cult are easy to identify.

Most of them wore long robes in deep red, dark purple, or jet black, and their bodies exhibited more or less inhuman characteristics: some had a third eye on their foreheads, some had tentacles protruding from their backs, and some had liquid runes flowing on their skin.

The wizards of the Chaos Cult rarely use direct offensive magic. Instead, they employ invisible curse ripples, illusionary force fields that distort reality, shrieks that directly affect the soul, and various forms of "contamination" that induce negative states.

A level seven wizard from the Norn workshop attempted to retaliate, but the thundercloud he had just conjured was struck by three curses that descended simultaneously.

One spell caused a logical paradox within his spell model, resulting in the self-annihilation of the thundercloud; another distorted his spatial perception, causing him to misjudge the distance between himself and the enemy; and the last one directly planted the seed of "self-doubt" in his consciousness, causing a momentary delay in his spellcasting.

At that very moment, an attack from the wizard of the Tower of Annihilation arrived.

The attack was simple and unadorned, just a beam of light interwoven with black and white.

But wherever the beam of light passed, space itself emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

The beam of light contained two diametrically opposed yet co-originating forces, which were forcibly combined and then directed toward the most intense conflict and annihilation.

boom! ! !
The black and white beam of light struck the shield that the wizard Norn had hastily erected.

There was no explosion, no flames.

Only an absolute void spread out at the point of impact, and the shield, light, sound, energy, and even parts of the spatial structure were all reduced to the most basic disordered particles in that annihilating power.

The Norn wizard groaned as his shield shattered, and his left shoulder, along with half of his chest, vanished.

But he didn't even look back. Instead, he used the impact to accelerate forward, while the flesh at his wound began to regenerate wildly.

The wizards of the Tower of Annihilation are skilled at studying the conflict and use of opposing energies.

Therefore, their fighting style is completely opposite to that of the Chaos Cult; their attacks are simple and brutal.

The collision of water and fire produces a high-temperature, high-pressure plasma steam explosion.

The annihilation of light and darkness creates an absolute void that devours everything.

When matter and antimatter come into contact, a devastating torrent of pure energy is released.

Fortunately, the vanguard wizards from Norren Workshop who covered the rear were all carefully selected elites.

Besides their combat effectiveness, they are also outstanding in terms of mobility, survivability, and tactical adaptability.

Despite being outnumbered, they managed to turn the pursuit into a war of attrition, relying on their excellent teamwork, a constant stream of survival tricks, and their familiarity with the pre-set traps in the area.

"two……"

On the sand table, the blue dots representing the rearguard troops finally all crossed an invisible "boundary".

That boundary line is an arc-shaped defensive line that extends 120 kilometers outward from the No. 1 fortress at the forefront.

Behind the defensive line lies the fortress cluster defense zone, which has already been initially constructed by the Norren Workshop.

"one……"

The commander's countdown, like the cold sound of a hammer, struck the consciousness of every wizard in the control room.

Jemin took a deep breath.

On the control panel in front of him, twelve icons representing the "Super Heavy Element Decomposition Cannon" simultaneously changed from yellow to a glaring scarlet.

Charging completed.

“…Fire!”

(End of this chapter)